Wearing a book, the paranoid devil is crying in my arms

Jun Qinghan woke up in a trance, he found that he was dreaming again, but this time it was completely different, he could see the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of him.

The sound of people fighting in front of him, his own body on the ground.

He seemed to be an illusory spirit body, he could only stand aside and look at the scene in front of him coldly, someone's spear pierced through his body and stabbed the person behind him to death.

When he took a step forward, someone would pass through his body, and the man in black was holding his corpse with a sad face and a dull expression.

There wasn't a single tear, he just hugged her blankly like this.

With staggering steps, Bailu came up and pushed him to the ground fiercely, and he threw himself on his body, crying heart-piercingly.

"Master, what's wrong with you, Master, wake up and look at me, you said you wouldn't leave the deer behind, how could you fall asleep, Master."

He didn't believe that the man was dead. He hugged his body and shouted again and again, but it didn't work.

His face was pale, and he was as quiet as if he was asleep, and everything around him was no longer important.

Whether it's a god or a demon, he doesn't care.

After crying for a while, he came to his senses, glared at the stunned man, and stood up gritted his teeth.

"It was you who harmed Master, and it's all your fault! You imprisoned Master for 300 years, what else do you want?"

He looked at him with red eyes and angrily, and suddenly pounced on him, biting his wrist hard.

He bit it desperately while crying, the other party seemed to feel no pain, and stared at him blankly.

He raised his hand to touch the silver-white haired head, but the white deer bit a piece of meat hard, and his mouth was full of blood.

When looking at him, the eyes are full of resentment.

He turned around and hugged the master's body, weeping with convulsions.

A light blue figure came through the crowd, he bent down and carefully picked up the person on the ground, turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, the person with a sluggish expression suddenly woke up, looking at Qi Zexi's face, he could clearly see the panic on his face.

"Don't take him away."

There was a cautious and humble tone in his tone, like a child at a loss.

"Why don't you take him away? Don't forget who forced him to death. You shake the Three Realms. Do you think that if you meet him with the lives of common people, he will forgive you?"

The other party stopped in his tracks, his voice was cold, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but the words he said were heart-wrenching.

"So what, those people's lives have nothing to do with me, all I want from beginning to end is him alone."

The man stood up abruptly, all the dazedness on his body just now disappeared, and looked down at the man in front of him.

"He's dead!" The other party's tone was cold.

"No, he's not dead!" His tone was very firm, without saying a word, he raised his hand without any hesitation.

Yue Yue Bailu firmly squeezed the man's shoulder, the man didn't show weakness, he raised his foot and kicked him.

He suffered this kick for life, and desperately snatched Jun Qinghan's body back, like holding a fragile treasure, carefully hugging him in his arms.

"He's not dead, he's just asleep, and I can bring him back to life."

After speaking, regardless of the other party's reaction, the figure holding the person disappeared in an instant.

Bailu stood there stunned, he looked at the empty space in front of him, his eyes were full of tears.

I really can't say how much I hate the Demon Lord. I was rescued by the Demon Lord and raised by the God Lord. He has feelings for both of them.

In comparison, Shenjun treats himself very well and is very gentle, while Demon Lord always beats and scolds him, so there is nothing wrong with him not liking Demon Lord.

Now he stands there blankly, like a child abandoned by his parents, without direction.

After the demon king left, the scene in front of Jun Qinghan changed again, and he saw the demon king bring the man back and put him carefully on the stone platform.

He didn't care about his injuries, he raised his hand and cut his wrist, obviously the man was dead.

He drank his own blood, bent over to attach his lips to the opponent, and carefully poured the blood into the opponent's mouth.

The blood of the demon race has the function of controlling and evoking souls. Even if he drains his own blood, he will call back Jun Qinghan's soul.

"Aren't you heartless? What should I do to warm you up? Isn't 300 years enough? As long as you live, I can leave."

"Even if I look at you from a distance, why do you treat me like this?"

His voice was low, as if filled with heavy grief, in this empty place, he finally couldn't restrain himself from crying in a low voice.

"The white deer has no conscience. I have raised it for 100 years and it is still a white-eyed wolf. After following you for only ten years, it is dead set."

"We haven't seen each other for so long, why don't you want to smile at me, do you know that I haven't seen you smile for a long time."

"It's fine if you want to kill me, I won't fight back, as long as I die in your hands."

Raising his hand, the demonic energy surged in his hand, and the seal was formed quickly, the blood was still dripping from his wrist, dripping on the edge of the stone platform, he didn't care about it.

The magic energy quickly surrounded the opponent and him, like an unbreakable black cage.

"As I said, if I die, I will bring you with me. I'm afraid that if you laugh at others, you will forget me when you are with others."

"Isn't it selfish? I have planned for 100 years to start a war just to see you. Do you know that I have dreamed countless times that you came back?"

"I can't control my longing. I thought that there would always be an end to the misery in this world."

"I thought you would accept me. I was wrong. This misery seems to have no end. After more than 100 years of torture, I am going crazy."

"You are my antidote, the only one. If I die, how can I bring you with me, how can I bear to hurt you."

Later, his voice gradually weakened, and he hid the person, no matter how injured he was, he still had to expend his devil energy to save him.

He seems to be muttering to himself constantly, "If there is an afterlife, I will definitely recognize you at a glance, and I will definitely be able to fall in love with you again."

"It's like the first time we met, you just stood under the viburnum tree, and the moment you turned around, I knew I was doomed with just one look."

"You know, I don't like white. I find things that are too white to be boring, but you look good in white."

Jun Qinghan stood in the void and frowned at the scene in front of him. This feeling was very strange. He lowered his head and looked at the motionless person lying there.

His heart seemed to be blocked by something, and he was very uncomfortable. He looked at the face that was exactly the same as Qi Zexi again.

I always feel that it's weird, my apprentice is obviously innocent.

The person in front of him now has blood and hostility on his body, and his subdued and subdued eyebrows still have a strong sense of oppression.

He lowered his eyes slightly, as if trying to restrain and suppress the hostility in himself.

The next moment, he suddenly felt the other party raise his eyes, looking sharply in his direction, Jun Qinghan was taken aback, as if he could see himself.